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Five, six, seven, eight... hair!

In the time it takes

to grow an inch of grey

Tightly sprung curls unravel

hanging loose as day falls away

 

In the tangled mass

strewn on a parquet floor

the image of a lover

who is no more... my heart gladdens

 

In the radiance

of my own reflection

'mirror mirror on the wall

who is the fairest of them all'

◄ For the Good Times

The One That Got Away ►

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<Deleted User> (7164)

Wed 9th Mar 2011 13:25

Thanks Steve and Andy ;-)

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Andy N

Tue 8th Mar 2011 08:17

clever stuff, janet.. what i feel has pretty well been covered in the comments already but i think the last stanza in particular is very, very clever... top stuff, Janet x

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Andy N

Tue 8th Mar 2011 08:17

clever stuff, janet.. what i feel has pretty well been covered in the comments already but i think the last stanza in particular is very, very clever... top stuff, Janet x

<Deleted User> (7164)

Sun 6th Mar 2011 12:24

Thanks for comments :-)

Isobel - the title is meant to be flippant in the sense of the number of snips to shape a new style and is also the number of syllables in each line of the verses :-)

Julian - what are you up to?!

Cynthia - you're not far out at all in your interpretation except the bit about growing an inch of grey being devastating. My hair grows too quickly and false colours are expensive :-)

This is a much shortened version of an older poem i wrote about my marriage break up of 8 years.x

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 5th Mar 2011 17:49

Janet, I'm still not sure what this is all about. I don't see 'cutting hair', more like 'losing it' in 'the time it takes to grow an inch of grey'. I think it is far more devastating than just a snip job. And the bold beauty embraced by the final lines, the bravery and confidence, is very gripping. And I'm probably 'out to lunch' with this idea.

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Julian (Admin)

Sat 5th Mar 2011 15:04

Speak for yourselves. In my case, such a shame it does not grow back!
Perhaps that is why I have managed to "let go" so many lovers?

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Isobel

Sat 5th Mar 2011 12:12

This reminds me of that South Pacific song 'I'm going to wash that man right out of my hair'. There is something very therepeutic about shedding hair - it does lighen the soul in some odd way - such a shame it all has to grow back.

I didn't like the title - would have preferred something more tied into the letting go of a lover or the past. I do like the idea being linked to the cutting of hair though. x

<Deleted User> (7164)

Fri 4th Mar 2011 14:25

Thanks for pointing out the typo Laura - sorted now :-)

a last verse eh? ah but that's probably because you like even numbers. I prefer odds ;-)
Thanks for comment.x

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Laura Taylor

Fri 4th Mar 2011 13:44

Love that second verse Janet, espec ially the second and fourth lines.

Should that be 'an' rather than 'and' in the first verse?

One small thing...feels to me like there's a last verse missing...

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